Another conclusion he had arrived at was that she was not to be nagged.

Continual, or even occasional, reminders of his feeling for her would constitute a tactical error of no mean dimensions.
"Some for the book of verse, some for the simple life, and some for the shark's belly," he laughed grimly, then added: "Just the same, I wish I could swim as well as you.

Maybe it would beget confidence such as you have." "Do you know, I think it would be nice to be married to a man such as you seem to be becoming," she remarked, with one of her abrupt changes that always astounded him.

"I should think you could be trained into a very good husband--you know, not one of the domineering kind, but one who considered his wife was just as much an individual as himself and just as much a free agent.

Really, you know, I think you are improving." She laughed and rode away, leaving him greatly cast down.